It's 1850 and the river that divides the city overflows with beer and blood...
The Age of Industry. It's a wonderful thing, as long as you're not caught in the gears. For the Captains of Industry it means untold wealth, but for every one of them there's five hundred proles breaking their backs in the warehouses and factories, trying to scrape together enough cash to feed a house full of crying, hungry mouths. Through the soot and blasts of steam, they catch a glimpse at the dirigibles far overhead and wish they too could leave this world behind and live among the clouds. The city has been carved up like a side of beef with a half-dozen factions issuing ultimatums to any outsiders daring to cross over onto their turf, and rival Beer Barons use their mobs to wage war in the streets. Then there's the religious types decrying this fallen world, but you'd need to be born yesterday to think they don't own a piece of this racket.
Despite all that, after the Black Plague thinned out the stock, it's a world of opportunity for that right person owning the right combination of skills, personality, and luck. The Powers That Be are always on the lookout for someone who can handle themselves well, though they're wary too; conditions are ripe for usurpers to emerge overnight, undercutting their decades of hard work and taking a shortcut to fortune.
So, what do you say? With some quick thinking and a lot of luck, you could be the one calling the shots. That is, if you don't make too many enemies...
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It's 1850 and the river that divides the city overflows with beer and blood...
The Age of Industry. It's a wonderful thing, as long as you're not caught in the gears. For the Captains of Industry it means untold wealth, but for every one of them there's five hundred proles breaking their backs in the warehouses and factories, trying to scrape together enough cash to feed a house full of crying, hungry mouths. Through the soot and blasts of steam, they catch a glimpse at the dirigibles far overhead and wish they too could leave this world behind and live among the clouds. The city has been carved up like a side of beef with a half-dozen factions issuing ultimatums to any outsiders daring to cross over onto their turf, and rival Beer Barons use their mobs to wage war in the streets. Then there's the religious types decrying this fallen world, but you'd need to be born yesterday to think they don't own a piece of this racket.
Despite all that, after the Black Plague thinned out the stock, it's a world of opportunity for that right person owning the right combination of skills, personality, and luck. The Powers That Be are always on the lookout for someone who can handle themselves well, though they're wary too; conditions are ripe for usurpers to emerge overnight, undercutting their decades of hard work and taking a shortcut to fortune.
So, what do you say? With some quick thinking and a lot of luck, you could be the one calling the shots. That is, if you don't make too many enemies...